When you come

When you come
I will stifle the lights and the hours
Leave only a mauve aura
Illuminating your eyes
I will look at you stone-still
Bleeding jasmine and summer
You won't speak
Our glass brimming
With an infirm memory's aroma
Us drinking from it endlessly
To the glory of corruption

When you leave
I plead with you
Do not give me back my eyesight.


© Γιάννης Τόλιας

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